I dreamed my roommate was yelling, "Aren't you going to FEED these cats ALREADY?" and woke up. The cats weren't even on the bed or in the room, my sleeping brain had just come up with it on its own.

Happily, it WAS actually time to wake up, so I suppose I can just chalk it up to subconscious knowledge of what time it was. Or else the cats are working on their projective telepathy again.

Happy birthday, Kate!

That's all I got. Except, I might actually be on time for work today! It's a miracle!

Happy Birthday, Kate P and RL!

Theo, those are some evil cats you've got!

They said they'd only use their power for good, but I forgot to consider what cats consider "good." It seems there's a little wiggle-room in there.

Happy Birthday, Kate and RLiz!

Studio 60...

Oh, come on, Sorkin. Those parents TOTALLY would have known the Who's On First sketch. You mock an audience for not knowing about Commedia dell'arte, and then pretend two people in their f50s wouldn't know Who's On First. You just about lost me, just with that.

One of the first reviews I read about Studio 60 was by someone over on Matt Zoller Seitz's blog. It put forth that the real flaw of this series was how so much of its premise was * false. It mentioned how reality TV isn't nearly what Network!Judd put forth in his angry monologue, and other points. I know I've felt that way about other things, like this mythological readership of Rapture Magazine that's supposedly bigger than VF's, but I figured I was taking some of that on the personal side and so tried not to nit pick about it. But this last thing was ridiculous.

Also, how many monologues did we have to listen to, last night? The kid-writer gave the big speech to his parents. Thirty-Something gave the big speech for the old guy, and it was never quite clear how addled the old guy was. That's at least two. It felt like a lot more at the time, like Giles-on-crack, sans charm.

Ugh.

Happy Birthday to Kate P and RLiz!!

Happy Birthday Kate and long lost Rebecca!!

I dreamed my roommate was yelling, "Aren't you going to FEED these cats ALREADY?" and woke up. The cats weren't even on the bed or in the room, my sleeping brain had just come up with it on its own.

I dreamt I was writing a symphony, and I was arranging to have live rain effects on stage. "Because when I say Canada, I want people to think rain."

U of L? I have a friend at Brandeis.

UofL is 2 years of the 5 year plan (unless I end up in Vancouver then UBC for 2of5). I'll leave you guessing for the other three. And, you do realize that Brandeis in Waltham, Mass, right? Or am I completely missing a connection between Louisville and Brandeis?

Hee, I was trying to parse that one myself.

Hee, I was trying to parse that one myself.